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A/N I will occasionally add a characters list. Maybe I can put it on my site.

Chapter 21-When it Rains, it pours –

Lucius and Serpens arrived with the injured wizards. Axel and Mipsy took them to the large room prepared for them, located at one of the closed wings that had been aired and cleaned for today. The area which seemed in ruins was at the edge of the old castle walls. It was disguised by a powerful charm concealing a wing of five suites; the entrance to the hallway from the manor was hidden behind a movable magic wall.

The elves had prepared medicinal baths with insecticide potions for the newcomers. Lucius sent an owl for Severus to come over; all the work needed to be finished this day because tomorrow was the full moon, and Remus wouldn't be available.

Healer Muctis arrived, he came with his son who had been a healer for six years now. The Muctis, a family of Healers who had attended the Malfoy families for centuries. They worked exclusively for the Malfoy and their employees and were 100% loyally bound to the Malfoy Family.

They went into the bath to clean the men, who had to be deloused, had their facial hair shaved, their bodies cleaned, and nails trimmed. Afterwards, healing insecticide salves were gently applied. Once this was done, they were moved to the beds. Sometimes magic had its limitations, and sanitary measurements still had their place in the Wizarding world.

Rodolphus had been tortured repeatedly. He was in the same cell with Bella for two years; and she wasn't gentle. She mentally abused him and did sexual favors in exchange for the guards to beat him up. He had been violated; the guards had broken his bones, along with other unspeakable tortures. She punished him for not loving her.

Same had been done to Rabastan. So by now, Rodolphus was a broken wizard. Lucius did a gentle probe and had to retreat to run to the bathroom and vomit. He shook and his teeth shuttered. The brothers needed a soft hand; Lucius would send the women to take care of them.

Sirius was malnourished, the three of them were. He was suffering from hypothermia, and his mind wasn't well. He appeared much older than his twenty-four years, and it was the same for Rabastan.

Azkaban was run by corrupt officials who pocketed the funds sent to run the place, and the presence of the Dementors made the life of the inmates unbearable.

Dobby appeared with a pop and a loud crack, "Master Lucius, the little master is heres. Healer Muctis says you must come right because the little Master be very sick."

"Pépère, could you stay here, with Healer Muctis Jr.?" Lucius asked.

Serpens nodded his head, "Go."

Nothing could have prepared Lucius for what he saw next. Grant's sister had to go back to work, but Jones and Remus were there. Cissy, Grant, and Jeanie were there as well. Thallia had stayed with the little ones and Pretzel.

Dobby had Scourgified the small child and dressed him in one of Draco's nightshirts. The shirt was left open for the healer to check him. The child's face was battered; one eye was swollen shut; the lips were cracked from the fever, and he wore glasses put together with tape.

But it was when the Healer removed Harry's top that the reality came crushing onto them. Remus growled menacingly, while the women closed their eyes, and then came to stand by the bedside. Remus was pale, obviously trying to keep it together. Lucius couldn't understand how a child could have belt marks, bruises, and infected sores. Lucius wondered how could Harry be so skinny that you could count every rib and bone.

Looking at the little wizard, fury ran up his throat and tasted bile and anger. Here was the son of a great house, and even if they were Blood traitors, how could have anyone treated a noble heir like this? Magical children were off limits, fucking Muggles. No, it wasn't the Muggles's doing, it was Dumbledore's fault for not checking more on the child. He wanted to first kill the Muggles and then take care of the Headmaster.

He knew that there was only one who could defeat the Dark Lord. This child was the one, and Lucius doubted the child's survival past the night. They should have tried harder; for now mSeverus needed to come.

"Lord Malfoy, who is this child?" he had already seen the mark. "Is he Harry Potter?" Healer Muctis asked, disgust was painted on his face.

"Yes, he is," answered Lucius, his face contorted with anger. Having a child the same age was making him lose control. He could feel his inner beast rising.

Remus paced the room like an angry beast, he wanted to go and kill the Muggles who were responsible. Oh, James, I have been a bad friend. How could Dumbledore have allowed this to happen? He growled again. Moony was right beneath his skin.

"Remus, go with Dobby, I have another person you must see." Lucius asked.

Remus' heart galloped. Could it be? He didn't want to leave Harry behind, but he wanted to see Sirius, and Lucius didn't want an angry werewolf around his wife. Grant offered to go with him, and Lucius thought it might be a good idea. They probably needed a dental healer, at least to look.

After a thorough examination, and Healer Muctis' soft curses, "Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy, this child needs to go to St Mungo's. I cannot adequately treat him here. The men in the other room need the same, but they are adults, and I can take the risk. This boy means a lot to all of us. With due respect sir, I know that you respected the Dark Lord."

"Please stop right there; there is no need to apologize. I have no real allegiances. Unfortunately, the boy must stay here; so tell me what needs to be done. You or your son can stay here. You know this is a secret and nobody can find out, right?" Lucius requested.

Muctis shoulders sagged. He was not at all sure that this child could be saved at home. He would try, but he had a bad feeling. Cissy and Jeanie held hands; both had the same thought, what if something should happen to one of them, would this be Draco or Hermione? Thinking about it, tears ran down their faces. They both had internally decided to be this boy's mother, and give him all he had missed since his young mother had died.

After a protracted silence, dragging for at least two minutes, "He has a perforated lung and a nasty infection raging inside. He is totally dehydrated, and he hasn't had a square meal in years. Who has done this? Whoever has done it must pay!" Healer Muctis' voice was angry; most unusual for him because he was reserved and rarely spoke out his diagnosis, but he was shocked. In all his years working for the privileged, he had never seen anything like this.

"I will do it but remember that the young men also need intensive care. I guess that we will take turns." Muctis said. "We will need some special potions only available at St. Mungo's."

"I will get them for you," Lucius advised since he had enough contacts everywhere.

"He needs around the clock care, elves are usually ok, but not for him. He needs an adult, preferably a woman, and children if he gets better." The Healer put a marked emphasis on the 'if.'

"He will get better, and the ones who did this will pay, maybe not right away, but oh, yes, they will." Lucius and Cissy said, "Aye."

Since all their attention was fixed on Harry, they didn't hear the door open and little feet quietly make their way in. By the time the adults noticed, Hermione was by the bed with Draco in tow.

"Arry, you are real and so many boo-boos. Poor Arry, the doptor will makes all better." Mimi said as she touched his hand, climbing on the side of the bed. Draco stayed behind grabbing Lucius thigh.

He was bug-eyed, horrified to see a child smaller than him all bruised and so very pale.

Draco wasn't alone, they all were upset and horrified.

Healing Begins -A Magic Trio

Lucius was upset that the kids were there, they had probably escaped Mémerè's supervision; no wonder, they were fast as the wind.

Harry opened his eyes just a little and tried to smile, "You are the pretty angel; is my mommy here?" He had looked at Dudley's books and had listened to the books being read to him while hiding very quiet behind the couch, so he knew about heaven and angels. He also knew that his mommy was dead and that she must be in heaven. He was sure his mommy had sent the pretty angel visiting him

"You silly," Mimi said one of her favorite words, believing it was very grown up, "I am Mimi, but my real name is Hermione, and your mommy isn't here, but my Mommy and Mommy Cissy are here, and Traco is here too." She said while the adults watched.

"That's not right, her name is Mimi,"" Draco mumbled.

Healer Muctis face lit up; he hadn't thought that the boy would regain conscience on his own; this was a good sign, and he had been right, mothers and children were what he needed. This child needed love and lots of it.

Draco lost his shyness and came forward. He went around the bed and climbed on the other side; without hesitation, Draco held Harry's other hand. Harry smiled again, "Hi Traco," and he went to sleep. Healer Muctis just worked around the children, while the adults looked with infinite sadness and also with joy.

Thallia had come looking for the little rascals and came forth slowly. Though she was first appalled at the child being healed's condition, her soft heart twisted inside to see the young children being strong beyond their years. While feelings of revenge kept the adults hostage, they would later talk about their options.

Draco liked Harry and was glad to be of some help. However, he didn't like the way Mimi was being so nice and holding Harry's hand. She was his, and he didn't want to share. Nonetheless, Draco was a good host, and he would be polite as Daddy was with Uncle Sevus and other wizards. A friend would be excellent, but Mimi was his. He would explain it to Harry when he was well.

Reaching this decision, he assumed the role of being a good host. Hermione was happy to see Harry, since she had known he wasn't a dream. She could see he was very sick. She assesses he probably had fevers and a big headache. She patted his hand and touched his hair gently; then she kneeled and removed the broken glasses, which she passed to her Mommy. "You need to buy him new ones, these are broken." Hermione pursed her lips disapproving; Miss Bossy was alive and well.

"My name is so Hermione, ask my daddy," she reprimanded Draco, who stubbornly shook his head.

"We will talk' bout later," Draco answered, still playing the good host, remembering Daddy always said you didn't argue in front of guests. All the adults smiled; indeed the children warmed your heart. Afterwards, the children were quiet. They stayed sitting by Harry, holding his hand.

Dobby was back and also stood nearby. He liked this little wizard a lot. This was Harry Potter, he had heard them talking. All the House-elves knew he had defeated the Dark Lord, and he, Dobby, stood right by him.

A Clean Bed and Memories

It smelled of consommé with chopped gizzards, and a dash of Fino Sherry, his favorite. Just as Momma Dorea used to prepare for her boys; this bed was soft, and he was nice and warm. If this was heaven and it was very nice. Sirius thought this was an excellent excellent accommodation. He saw silk covered walls, large windows with silk drapes, and near him, two more people on their own beds. He must have died which made him a little sad. He had hoped to get his godchild back.

"Is he going to make it?" Sirius heard a voice ask. Shit, he recognized the sound; he opened one eye, turned his face, "MOONY? Is that YOU?" Sirius tried to sit up, only to find out he had zero strength.

"Stay down, you are weak and have gone through a bad ordeal. You are also very undernourished. Padfoot, I am so thrilled to see you." Remus grinned from ear to ear, walked forward, and sat on Sirius bed to spoon feed him the rich broth.

Meanwhile, the young healer and Serpens worked on healing Rodolphus. Serpens was an excellent assistant. This wizard, same age of his Lucius, was a step away from death's door, Serpens thought angrily, when he saw the Death Eater's mark on his arm, the anger for the Dark Lord intensified.

He was glad to hear the other young wizard, eating soup, was waking up after three years in that hell hole. He wished that neither Octan or Abraxas had trusted the Dark Lord. At least Abraxas had written him about his suspicions about the Dark Lord, but they probably cost him his life. Serperns was sad thinking how many had died following the two last Dark Lords. It was always the same story, so, maybe they would learn this time.

"Moony, you know I didn't betray them. It was Peter, he lost a finger during the explosion," Sirius was trying to explain in a big hurry.

"Shh, we will talk later. I know that and more. We have a lot to talk about. But first, remain calm and don't make me have to restrain you." Remus had his wand handy. "You are at Malfoy Manor, and don't make those faces, we aren't prisoners. You need to take my word for it. We all have put our trust in the wrong leaders, and no, Lucius is not who you think. Do you promise to stay calm and I will tell you more? Just know, Dumbledore is not one to be trusted. Be very careful, I am watching you." Remus talked calmly and hoped to make some sense.

Sirius thought that was too much information and way too bizarre. But seeing that Remus believed on his innocence, away from that hell, and being spoon-fed consommé by Moony, made sense; hence, he would listen. Sirius had all the time in the world, for now, he wanted to eat, sleep, and get better.

"Two more things before you fall back to sleep. I am tutoring two children, one young wizard, Malfoy's heir, and one little Muggle-born witch, and we just rescued Harry Potter. Albus had him living with Lilly's horrible sister, and the poor lad is almost dead. He is James, but he is all broken."

Sirius face came alive. Blood started to pump furiously, the adrenaline and serotonin served better than a healing potion. He sat on the bed. The three healthy wizards looked at the dark-haired wizard with awe. "Is my godson here?"

Remus smiled, he liked the color returning to Sirius' cheeks, "Yes, if you promise to behave, I will take you to see him."

"I will try, I need clothes," Sirius asked. Dobby was ready with all he needed.

"A shave and a shower—" Sirius was saying as he touched his face and looked at Remus with wonder.

I'm

"It has all been done for you, you were, shall we say, not clean? If you care to use the loo etc., I will wait." Remus grinned.

Grant, was examining Rabastan's mouth and shaking his head; he was shocked, all teeth had to go. They had been in a medieval type prison judging by all the broken teeth, scars and bruises. And the little boy, he could not get the images away from him. He still wished that he could get up and run. Except he knew that it was no longer an option.

Sometimes you are called to fight wars, and you fight on them, if they are just; only a coward backs out and a Granger would never be a coward.

Privet Drive-

"Tuny, where is that blasted freak?" Vernon was sweating profusely. It was fear, a message at the door had announced of Dumbledore's early evening arrival.

They, the Dursleys, couldn't remember what had happened earlier that day. Their last memory was of moving Harry from the cupboard under the stairs to the deep storage room. It was disgusting; he had thrown up on his clothes and had wet his trousers; they forgot that he had been very sick.

"Vernon, maybe he needs to go to the surgery, he is boiling. I think you went too far this last time."

"It was your fault for complaining about him so much. He breaks things; he is a FREAK and another mouth to feed, as if it was my responsibility," Vernon was turning purple with anger.

"All I can remember is someone at the door yesterday then another one today; both stood by the door and no freak in site," Vernon screamed again.

They had not heard the soft pop by the door. "And who is the freak you cannot find?" The tall long- bearded demon was addressing them.

The Dursleys want to run and hide.

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